Reflections fade with distance. Return back before regrets knock.

One feeling at least grows stronger in me with each year that passes—a longing to see the cranes. At this time of year I stand on a hill and watch the sky. Today they did not come. There were only wild geese. Geese would be beautiful if cranes did not exist.

Would you allow a people to come from somewhere else and occupy a part of the United States, and set up an independent state, and, after 50 years, you would not be able to stay on this land?

Existence can be rearranged. A man can be many things. I am special and free. And the world is round round round.

Written By Tom Robbins

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